What it is all about. They say Christians make gross and stupid assumptions about them.

Winter holds its breath in between this year and next She sits silent, waits. Haiku for the New Year. There are many ways to be a writer. And you stalk the twitter feed.

Now, i am not the same person bending over backwards to walk with your weight. i am not the empty house with dead lightbulbs and cracked plaster walls. i am not the destructive self-harmer with anhedonia. i spent too much of my life wanting to die when what i really wanted to do was live. and now, because of you, but thanks to me, i can do that. Your universe lives inside you.

The shrike strives to do me in. So much I see and hear pierces. Me And yet I wing to safer skies, preferring. To ignore the threat implied,. Of mocking birds of all bents. Words of woe spoken,. Words of disaster intoned,. Notes of fear and terror trilled. Dear Poets who Write Open Letter Poems. In response to a daily prompt of which I am not fond.